After receiving the confirmation she needed, Duan Shu wasted no time. Her gaze locked onto his, and she spoke with urgency.
"Don't worry," she said, her voice steady. "I won't tell anyone about your special Yang Qi."
Duan Shu's words held weight.
Yang Qi—the life force energy that flowed inside any man—having pure Yang Qi was a rare gift, coveted by many female dual cultivators or demon cultivators. It could put the person in a difficult situation if known to the outside world.
Duan Shu's eyes were filled with sincerity. She understood the gravity of the situation and wouldn't do something like that.
Not to mention that man, Xu Zhiyuan, wouldn't let something happen to Chen Tian.
Duan Shu knew Xu Zhiyuan's character very well. "If that man decided on something," Duan Shu thought, "no one would be able to change his mind."
"Would you give me some of your Yang Qi?"
